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− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Dylan stands fairly tall for a Midlander male, reaching a lean six feet tall. He carries himself in a more relaxed manner in most situations, leaning or slouching against any nearby surface that will support him. His hair, a vibrant red, is usually pulled back into a ponytail for the sake of keeping it out of his eyes, caring little for how messy it may look. His face is diamond-shaped with a slightly crooked nose and thin lips. His eyes are almond-shaped and a vibrant green with thin, dark red eyebrows. Each of his ears carries a multitude of helix piercings, and he regularly paints his face with symbols and markings passed down by his tribe. Dylan also has | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Dylan stands fairly tall for a Midlander male, reaching a lean six feet tall. He carries himself in a more relaxed manner in most situations, leaning or slouching against any nearby surface that will support him. His hair, a vibrant red, is usually pulled back into a ponytail for the sake of keeping it out of his eyes, caring little for how messy it may look. His face is diamond-shaped with a slightly crooked nose and thin lips. His eyes are almond-shaped and a vibrant green with thin, dark red eyebrows. Each of his ears carries a multitude of helix piercings, and he regularly paints his face with symbols and markings passed down by his tribe. Dylan also has tattoo sleeves which extend from the elbows to his wrists. He has a lean, toned frame, suggesting a routine of moderate fitness. Dylan is quick to put on a smile or fill a room with laughter; he typically wears clothing unique to his tribe, though he will dress up more formally or professionally when necessary. </div> |
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The days following Sara's death were a whirlwind of questions and suspicions, and it was only through the Garlean's corroboration of Dylan's account that spared Dylan from being accused as a co-conspirator. Still, there were worse problems than the death of a single conjurer; a member of the Eorzean Alliance had tortured a prisoner, and any goodwill the Alliance hoped to gain from the Empire was no more. The hospital was disbanded, and all of the Garleans were returned to the Empire except for Sara's victim, whom was accompanied by Dylan back to Gridania for treatment and evaluation to ensure the Garlean posed no threat to the populace. For a time, Dylan remained with the Guild, but the questioning glances and hushed whispers of his guildmates wondering if Dylan truly knew what Sara was doing became too much. Again, he felt as if he had no home, and so he left Gridania to continue honing his craft in the arid lands of Thanalan. Dylan thought that he would only need to adapt to Thanalan's harsh weather; he was wrong.<br> | The days following Sara's death were a whirlwind of questions and suspicions, and it was only through the Garlean's corroboration of Dylan's account that spared Dylan from being accused as a co-conspirator. Still, there were worse problems than the death of a single conjurer; a member of the Eorzean Alliance had tortured a prisoner, and any goodwill the Alliance hoped to gain from the Empire was no more. The hospital was disbanded, and all of the Garleans were returned to the Empire except for Sara's victim, whom was accompanied by Dylan back to Gridania for treatment and evaluation to ensure the Garlean posed no threat to the populace. For a time, Dylan remained with the Guild, but the questioning glances and hushed whispers of his guildmates wondering if Dylan truly knew what Sara was doing became too much. Again, he felt as if he had no home, and so he left Gridania to continue honing his craft in the arid lands of Thanalan. Dylan thought that he would only need to adapt to Thanalan's harsh weather; he was wrong.<br> | ||
<br><b><u>BACK-ALLEY PHYSICIAN</u></b><br> | <br><b><u>BACK-ALLEY PHYSICIAN</u></b><br> | ||
− | Not even a week after Dylan arrived did he miss the fellowship he felt in Gridania. For all of its majesty and splendor, Ul'dah had a dark underbelly which preyed on the poor, the lonely, and the helpless. As much as it disgusted him, it also steeled his resolve to stay and make a new life. With the money he had to his name, he invested in a small shack which he turned into a pharmacy, and began to sell medicines, potions, and the like to fund what was his true work: tending to the city's destitute and forgotten. For months he sold his wares and treated patients, making friends with the customers and owners of nearby businesses, particularly a bookstore which housed a small cafe. It was here that he met his first true friend, Azrian Thorne, a fellow physician who operated clinics both in Ul'dah and Ishgard. Through Azrian's practice, Dylan had many an opportunity to see how doctors who focus on science over magic practiced their craft, and in turn began to learn a few things as well. As he expanded his knowledge of non-mystical treatments, his understanding and appreciation for all healing arts deepened.<br | + | Not even a week after Dylan arrived did he miss the fellowship he felt in Gridania. For all of its majesty and splendor, Ul'dah had a dark underbelly which preyed on the poor, the lonely, and the helpless. As much as it disgusted him, it also steeled his resolve to stay and make a new life. With the money he had to his name, he invested in a small shack which he turned into a pharmacy, and began to sell medicines, potions, and the like to fund what was his true work: tending to the city's destitute and forgotten. For months he sold his wares and treated patients, making friends with the customers and owners of nearby businesses, particularly a bookstore which housed a small cafe. It was here that he met his first true friend, Azrian Thorne, a fellow physician who operated clinics both in Ul'dah and Ishgard. Through Azrian's practice, Dylan had many an opportunity to see how doctors who focus on science over magic practiced their craft, and in turn began to learn a few things as well. As he expanded his knowledge of non-mystical treatments, his understanding and appreciation for all healing arts deepened.<br><br> |
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+ | <b><u>EQUINOX</u></b><br> | ||
+ | Some time later, the neighborhood bookstore was closed down and Dylan's circle of friends dispersed. Feeling a bit out of place alone in the old neighborhood, he began seeking out other, larger opportunities to help people and expand his knowledge. In this search he found a large free company the next ward over: Equinox, a magitek and biotech organization trying to keep pace with the Garleans' own scientific leaps. Dylan found a unique place there, bringing with him insight into aetherial, natural, and holistic medical techniques. In turn, he became more familiar and comfortable with complex surgical techniques, magitek prosthetics, and other technological advancements. For a time, Dylan lost himself in research, the fringes of medical science seductive and his thirst for knowledge near-unquenchable. but after a new discovery placed a clinical study participant in jeopardy, Dylan reevaluated priorities and swore to return to his roots of treating patients; medical innovation and the laurels which came with it could be left to others. Dylan submitted his resignation from his research position, but asked to be kept on as a physician with privileges at Equinox's community medical center.<br><br> | ||
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+ | <b><u>GARLEAN TIDES & EMERALD SKIES</u></b><br> | ||
+ | Now formally parted with Equinox, Dylan decided to try living in yet another unfamiliar city-state: Limsa Lominsa. He coasted for a time on his previous earnings, staying at inns while he contemplated his next undertaking. It was on one of these contemplative walks down on the lower docks that Dylan was (literally) hit with inspiration. A small Miqo'te lad, barely seventeen, collided with Dylan as he ran from a pair of marauders. Dylan had no time in the moment to talk with the boy and assess the situation, so by instinct he aided the teen in his escape, routing the marauders with his impressive conjury.<br><br> | ||
+ | He would soon come to thank his stars that he acted in the boy's interest. The teen, weary and disheveled as he was, found the strength to tell Dylan his tale of how he escaped the pirates' ship before they could make their way to Garlemald with their hold full of slaves. He listened, taking in every word as the Miqo'te told him everything he knew about the slave trade operated by the pirates in opposition to the Grand Admiral. Dylan found his undertaking. With the rest of his funds, Dylan purchased a corner property in one of Limsa Lominsa's many wards. An innocuous house by appearance, Dylan labored for weeks to renovate its interior to contain a functioning clinic, complete with an alchemical dispensary and operating room. He even constructed a second, secret entrance which tied to the ward's many waterways, knowing full well that his future clients would appreciate a quick escape if hell descended on their heads. After all, the Garleans weren't to be trifled with.<br><br> | ||
+ | In time, Dylan built up not only a local network, but a small chain across of sympathizers across the nation, united under a common name: the Crystal Road. Dylan, the Emerald stop on the road, now works diligently to expand his network into areas recently regained by the Eorzean Alliance and its allies.<br><br> | ||
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+ | <b><u>END OF ASTRAL</u></b><br> | ||
+ | During a trip to Ul'dah to meet one of his Crystal contacts, Dylan came to discover the Astral Agency, a free company of adventurers taking on new recruits to bolster their ranks. Dylan, slightly overcome by nostalgia for field work, signed up on a provisional basis as a part-time physician. It wasn't long before his skills were called upon; from escorting caravans to repelling assassins, Dylan saw all the field work he could want in a lifetime, in a matter of weeks. However, it had all been building up to one final stand against an unexpected foe of the company: Commander Iron Jaw of the Immortal Flames. Dylan fought alongside his new friends to expose the man's betrayal of the Company, even enduring a brief stint in prison while Iron's schemes were exposed through proper channels. With the company members freed but legally disbanded, he remained to help them establish a new company free of its previous ties to the Flames. | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''MALBOROS'''. Though Dylan is no fan of any fiends, he's particularly disgusted by the grotesque appearance of Malboros and their infamously toxic breath.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''MALBOROS'''. Though Dylan is no fan of any fiends, he's particularly disgusted by the grotesque appearance of Malboros and their infamously toxic breath.</font></div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''SWEETS'''. Despite | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''SWEETS'''. Despite enjoying sweet tastes, Dylan is actually against those sweets which consist almost entirely of sugar and are just unhealthy junk.</font></div> |
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| '''Age''' - 27 | | '''Age''' - 27 | ||
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− | | '''Name Day''' - 20th Sun of the | + | | '''Name Day''' - 20th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon |
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| '''Deity''' - Rhalgr, the Destroyer | | '''Deity''' - Rhalgr, the Destroyer | ||
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Ivory | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Ivory | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Piercings:</b> Ears | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Piercings:</b> Ears | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Tribal paint on face, | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Tribal paint on face, tattoo sleeves on both arms from elbow to wrist |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Good | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Good |
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Dylan stands fairly tall for a Midlander male, reaching a lean six feet tall. He carries himself in a more relaxed manner in most situations, leaning or slouching against any nearby surface that will support him. His hair, a vibrant red, is usually pulled back into a ponytail for the sake of keeping it out of his eyes, caring little for how messy it may look. His face is diamond-shaped with a slightly crooked nose and thin lips. His eyes are almond-shaped and a vibrant green with thin, dark red eyebrows. Each of his ears carries a multitude of helix piercings, and he regularly paints his face with symbols and markings passed down by his tribe. Dylan also has tattoo sleeves which extend from the elbows to his wrists. He has a lean, toned frame, suggesting a routine of moderate fitness. Dylan is quick to put on a smile or fill a room with laughter; he typically wears clothing unique to his tribe, though he will dress up more formally or professionally when necessary.
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CHILDHOOD Dylan was born into a nomadic tribe of Midlanders who called the deep woods of the Shroud their home. Like the other children, Dylan was raised to hold absolute respect for nature and the preservation of life, adopting the practice of veganism and shunning the practice of magic for the burden it placed on the land. One day, Dylan and his brother wandered away from the camp to play in a nearby river and were set upon by a pair of river yarzon. Though they managed to escape, Dylan was bitten and soon succumbed to the yarzon's poison. Certain that Dylan would die, the elders of his tribe made him comfortable as he started to pass. It was the middle of the night when Dylan's body began to glow, alight with borrowed aether as his body cleansed itself of the poison; a sign that Dylan had now awoken to his talent with the healing arts. Abhorred by Dylan's recovery, he was cast out of the tribe and forced to wander the forests alone. He lived this way for two years, until a Wood Wailer scouting party discovered him at the tender age of 13 and brought him into Gridania proper. It wasn't long before Dylan's talent for healing was noticed, and he was taken in by the Conjurer's Guild.
EQUINOX GARLEAN TIDES & EMERALD SKIES END OF ASTRAL
Although he spent the first 13 years of his life isolated Eorzean society as a whole, Dylan has adapted and integrated quite well. He's developed a sarcastic sense of humor and a biting wit, but still holds true to the moral compass gifted to him by his tribe, and later fine-tuned by the Conjurer's Guild. Dylan is not a perfect pacifist by nature, as he understands that one must occasionally defend themselves with force to protect life.
Dylan was raised to follow a vegan lifestyle, but over time has moved away from this practice. He now enjoys an omnivorous diet, though he still favors vegetables both out of habit and a slight sense of guilt over eating meat.
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